There's a girl in the corner and a man in a chair Swapping looks over bourbon and b**h beer pretending they don't care He's got a brand new hat, she's got a low cut top They're a match made in whiskey heaven, looks like she's getting cut off When you've got that Midnight swagger and I know you'd rather be somewhere with someone else burning through a bottle. Boozing full throttle Now its four in the morning and he can't find his keys Hope to hell he can find them with the lights off as she's pretending to sleep So he hops in his drop top and he sparks up a J Screws the fresh pot and lights up a cigarette, another damn fine day To work off that Midnight swagger and I know you'd rather be somewhere with someone else burning through a bottle. Boozing full throttle